Forgive me if, in friendship’s way, I offer thee a wreath of May.... [N]ourished by the dews of heaven.... So I have Ivy placed between, To prove that worth is ever green. The little blue Forget-me-not... Spring’s messenger in every spot, Smiling on all—"Remember me!

I long for scenes where man has never trod;... There to abide with my Creator, God.

I am gennerally understood tho I do not use that awkward squad of pointings called commas colons semicolons etc.

He could not die when the trees were green, For he loved the time too well.

I am the self-consumer of my woes.

I found the poems in the fields And only wrote them down

How oft a summer shower has started me; to seek the shelter of a hollow tree